Leave your cum for her in the bathroom

"Okay, here's what we're going to do." your mind races, you can't believe the thoughts that are popping into it. Well, maybe you can believe them. But it's one thing to have those thoughts home, alone, jerking off. And it's another thing to have them at work standing next to Bethany who is **** for your filthy plans. "I'm going to go into the Men's room first." Your mind builds your plan almost simultaneously as you speak, "I'm going to go into the first stall and jerk off onto the toilet seat. Then when I leave, you go in." Your heart pounds. Did you really just suggest to Bethany that she do that?

"Then what?" she whispers.

"Do what comes naturally when you find yourself face to face with a puddle of cum." You whisper.

And Bethany takes a deep breath. She runs her fingers through her brown hair and clearly suppresses a giddy smile.

It's almost painful to turn away from her. Now that you know her true self, you don't want to part from her. You want to fuck her, order her to do things, be nasty with her. You want to be a part of her world. What if before you see her again, she's fucked twenty guys and found someone dirtier?

You can't worry about that. You have to focus on the task at hand, you think, heading into the men's room, locking yourself in the first stall and taking out your very hard cock.

Although the thought of her fucking twenty guys doesn't hurt as you start to tug at your member. The things she's done. All those things from the videos, you now play in your mind with Bethany's face attached. Cocks thrusting between her lovely lips. Cum pouring onto her pale flesh. And other girls. How many other pussies has she licked? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?

It does not take you long to cum. And as you feel yourself about to explode, you squat by the toilet seat and make sure your cum pours out onto it. You do your best to trail it over the entire seat.

Then a deep breath. You tuck your cock back into your pants, and walk out of the bathroom with confidence. You know she's watching. You go back to your place at work. You wait.

And wait. And wait. It occurs to you that you didn't come up with an important part of the plan. After she's done, what is she to do? Just go back to her business? Come to you?

You look at the time. It's been close to an hour. Something is not right. You sense you've screwed this up. Then your phone rings. You know who it must be. So you pick it up.

"I've been escorted from the building." It's Bethany's voice.

You know you have to respond in a way that doesn't give away who you're talking to and what about. "Have you?" You ask

"I've been fired and escorted from the building." She says with a horny tremble in her voice.

"Why?"

"I was caught." you detect a smile in her tone.

"Tell me" you do your best to hide your growing hardon.

"I was in the second stall licking up and down the toilet seat, when...."

"Wait..." You can't help but interrupt. "I said the first..."

"Yes, well I already licked up your little gift. But I was feeling so hot being degraded, I decided to taste all the toilets." Will it ever be normal to hear Bethany's voice say these things, you wonder. "When someone came in and saw me. And I said, 'If you respect me you'll fuck my ass right now.'"

"What happened?" You feel like you're about to explode. You can't believe this was going on as you were just sitting and waiting.

"He reported me." Bethany says. "So you were right. I'm not respectable. I'm just a filthy... vile... little cunt. And even worse, I still haven't gotten my ass fucked."

You want to jump up and find her and fuck her. You glance at the time again. Another hour of work before you're off.

And Bethany goes on. "I'm in the parking lot. Are you going to come down here and fuck my ass? Or do I need to find someone else?"

You more than recognize that if Bethany is going to be yours, you're going to have to share her. But you feel that if you play your cards right, you can be the master who at least decides who and when else she fucks. Suddenly you're facing this decision.

You can't believe you're facing this decision.